The Fall Poem by Shahzia Batool

Under the indescribable skies
standing,
wondering at the incomplete accounts
of the untold stories
the flow will stay at birth,
the grip on the thoughts is lost somewhere;
standing,
panting,
stumbling upon the unbelievable earth
the words die a pre-natal death,
and the case of not very easy breaths,
the tales of the suffering souls
of every description
and definition,
the ones who are everything which i am not;
little reflection, and the fall everywhere;
the undone rimes on a rose-petal,
the unsung songs for the rain birds
locked up in a blood clot or clots
somewhere inside the suspended stream,
what is there is a sense of loss
for the pen uncapped,
and the dried ink,
and the page left all blank...

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Haven't I painted my own void on the white canvas? ...